Kiyomi tried her best to push the thoughts of her most recent dream from her mind, drumming her fingers on the desk as she looked for some way to distract herself. Leaning slightly to the left, she grabbed her bag off the floor where she’d left it, opening it to try and find something.
She cursed quietly as she realised, she’d forgotten something, the homework for the class wasn’t in the bag. She calmed herself
May be contained in nuts
By: PerrintheNeko
Favorited: 2 years ago
It was a pretty awkward dinner, as it had been for the past—what?—two months or so since Robert had to move out? Linda would’ve been stupid to say that things hadn’t been quite the same ever since. Firstly, they had to move out of the house. Not even Robert could afford to keep it on his cushy lawyer's salary, but Linda was even worse off. Logically, divorcing what was basically a glorified sugar daddy hadn’t exactly been the best move for a housewife like her, but she had to do it. Sh
A Nice Mother-Son Dinner for One
By: Georgio
Favorited: 2 years ago
Groaning, head still buzzing after what he drank yesterday (A beer? A few glasses of wine? Couldn’t remember), Mike grappled himself back into a waking state. Only after waking up did he realise that at least half of his pounding headache was a direct result of his phone ringing its alarm. Stretching out one arm from below the covers, he turned it back off. If he’d been ten years younger, still in high school, this was the kind of day where he’d pretend to be sick and have his mum call him
Revenge at the Airport
By: Georgio
Favorited: 2 years ago
